Good news na bad news

Bad News-

I was the one responsible for seeing a boy get beaten by a police officer. I had to watch it too. I was constantly checking my pockets in the back of my mind so that I wouldn't get picked by a street boy. I was in the busy bus park and boys were all around me. I thought I had my wallet in the left-front and some tracts in the right front. Aparently my wallet was home the whole time. I politely asked three little boys for their toxic glue to spare their little minds for a night. As I was leaving the boys were hugging me goodbye, holding my hand to stay, and really trying to get the sniffing glue from my left hand. I hopped on a Boda-Boda cuz it was getting a little late and I reached for my wallet after about five minutes on the bike. I GOT ROBBED!!- I thought. I went back. I politely asked for my wallet cuz I needed my I.D. and my ATM card. There was no money in it so they wouldn't mind forking it over. There was no wallet and a small crowd was gathering. This can be dangerous in Kenya for reasons I don't want to write. Not cuz its graffic I just want to go to bed. Anyways, the police came and I told some boys about the ones hugging me and pulling on the bottles as I left. I could have swore that Mgongo took it. He was always a shady kid to me, but he actually didn't at all. They let the boys go, but poor Mgongo (He looks fifteen, but is 25) got beaten pretty good. I had to watch. I thought he stole it also and all the little ones were saying he took it as they cried in the police box. I still feel terrible about it. That was some bad news.

Good News-

The boys had five soccer balls today for practice and it was the best soccer practice ever!! We did lots of ball drills. It was great!! I got nice and sweaty. It was some great excercize. We had a Bible study after and some lunch for 30 cents each. That is some good news.

Bad News-

There is a woman and some others that sell that toxic glue to the boys in the bus park. I hate that stuff with a PASSION. It is evil and those poor little boys are so addicted. This woman who has a shoe business sells it. Some bad bad news. Not new news just bad news.

Good news

After lots and lots of ingenius lying from the street boys and many others, I found the place where the glue was sold and I went and talked with the woman. After we got past her lies, the Lord began to open her up a little bit. I told her to stop selling glue to the boys for three days and I would pray for her other business of selling shoes. I told her WHEN (not if but when) God answers that prayer that we will talk on thurday. God will honor that prayer- more good news.

Bad News

thats it, accept for all the corruption here. It pretty much sucks.

Good news

We found Mgongo today. His mind is pretty messed up from years of glue, but there is still hope with God. I used to think he was shady and pretty hopeless, but after today I just love the kid. Since I caused his beating, I treated him to lunch and sat next to him as he made the whole restaurant bust up because of his loud incomprehesible chatter. He almost made me spit out my chapati he was being so funny. He was very grateful. These boys get in fights so much that a beating from a cop really isn't anything to lose sleep over. He got over it the instant he knew lunch was being served. Pray God would do a miracle with this boys brain. He used to be a very sweet little boy is what I hear. Some more good news.

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